posted October 01, 2001 03:38 AM            

10th grade computer class, brand-b-spankin-new teacher whose experience with computers was punch cards and batch processing spent over an hour the first day of class trying to figure out how to get his stack of Fortran cards into any one of the 7 card slots advertised on the side of an Apple ][ box, all the while wondering why so many of us were laughing so hard we almost peed.

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What kind of cerial was that again?

posted October 02, 2001 04:08 AM            

Here's an excerpt of an e-mail I got from my computer-illiterate grandpa last week. Not that I'm a fucking whiz with these things myself, but even this one made me laugh.

posted October 02, 2001 06:52 AM            

When I was a junior in high school, my English teacher was a man named Arnhold. He was a nice guy, if a tad pedantic at times. He tended to match his chalk to his clothes and was one of those balding, quiet, geeky English-professor types. I mean this is your stock "chubby, balding, mild-mannered professor character" from countless stories and movies.

At the time, he was dating a knock-out blonde Debate coach from another school.

Now, flash forward say...5 or 6 years. I'm in a movie theater with a friend. I hear my last name (which isn't a common one) spoken. I turn around, and there's this woman. Mid-thirties. She knows me, but I have no clue who she is. Turns out she taught in my high school, although I never took a class from her.

Arnhold's name comes up, and my friend asks "How is he? Is he still dating that knock-out blonde?"

The lady replies "I'm not sure. Last time I saw him, he was wearing a bra on his head".

That was not, in any way, what I expected. Turns out someone got a smidgen wasted at the office Christmas party....also not something I expected.

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Lisa! In this house we obey the Laws of Thermodynamics!

posted October 02, 2001 03:07 PM            

Carry on in what ever direction!!

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What kind of cerial was that again?